Cooper sighed and looked at me wistfully, “Not even just a little hate s-”
“No,” I said sharply, cutting him off, “Give up. God, Cooper, I’m leaving this party. It sucks.”
He nodded, sighing, “Yup. Maybe I’ll go get stoned, that might help.”
He frowned, musing to himself. I rolled my eyes, “Cooper, you don’t do drugs and you know it. Stop trying to seem cool. It isn’t working.”
He laughed, “Whatever Brit, like you’d know. See you later.”
He got up and walked back into the party. I sighed and followed him, sipping my beer and trying to remember where I’d parked my car exactly.
Then I saw Vaughn. He looked like he’d been hyperventilating.
“Vaughn?” I asked, surprised, “Are you ok?”
He stared at me, shocked, “You’re asking me if I’m ok? How can you stand it?”
I blinked, nonplussed, “Stand what?”
“Him,” he growled uncharacteristically, “All of them. They all… they’re all just…”
He was gagging now. I grabbed his arm, alarmed, “I think you need some fresh air.”
I dragged him to the door.